Alone Together

For the first time in a long time, I, Hermione Granger, was bored.

I was stuck alone at Grimmauld Place, biding my time until everyone returned from the Burrow. Everyone had gone there for a large mid-summer feast. I couldn’t bring myself to go. It seemed that every member of the Order had found someone to love….everyone except for me, of course.

That’s why I found myself sitting there, alone, trying to forget about my failed romance with Ron Weasley. We both wanted it to work, but we were paddling upstream against a rapid current. When he found a girl who was more suited to him in every way, there was no way I could hold him back. It would have been selfish to try and make it work when it had become so apparent that we were so wrong for each other.

I reminded myself that it’s not Ron I missed, but the comfort of having a boyfriend and, yes, the physical aspects as well. I hadn’t had any relief for weeks. There was only so much I could do on my own.

I stood up from the poofy chair in the living room and browsed the book shelves for something to take my mind off of my loneliness. I let my fingers lightly brush along the battered spines of the Black family’s collection, feeling instant comfort from just that action alone. I leaned in close to decipher the worn title on a particularly old spine.

“Not at the feast, Hermione?”

I jumped at the sound of the deep voice. I hadn’t heard anyone enter the house. Looking around, I saw Blaise Zabini leaning against the door frame. He looked sinfully sexy with his black curls framing his beautiful dark-skinned face. A black t-shirt and dark blue jeans hung perfectly off of his obviously built body. He wore a slight smirk on his lips, but I saw the curiosity in his eyes, his stunningly deep blue eyes, as I struggled to form an answer to his question.

“I guess I didn’t feel up to celebrating anything tonight,” I replied, shrugging. “And why are you skipping tonight’s festivities?”

“The same reason, I suppose,” he replied, sitting himself on the couch. There was a bored sort of drawl to his voice, but his eyes were shining with intrigue. “Many of the Order members haven’t fully—shall we say—warmed up to me yet. I don’t want to put any sort of damper on a party.”

Since Blaise had switched sides, he had been able to provide an impressive amount of information about Voldemort’s infiltration of the Ministry and the trustworthiness of certain officials. Even so, his lack of excitement about bringing down Voldemort had quite a few members questioning his loyalty. Harry stuck by him, though, so Blaise was inducted officially into the Order of the Phoenix just weeks ago. The Death Eaters and even Blaise’s own mother believed him to be dead.

“I’m sorry you’ve been doubted,” I said, perching myself at the other end of the couch. I was suddenly self-conscious about what I was wearing. In the summer heat, I had put on just small black pajama shorts and a white tank top. Little did I think I would be getting such attractive company.

“At least it gives me a reason to be away from the festivities,” he replied, the curiosity still burning in his eyes. “What’s your reason for keeping to yourself tonight?”

“Well, this is quite personal and I’m sure not something you want to hear me whine about, but I don’t think I can stand to be around all that love when I don’t feel it.”

“You don’t feel affection towards your best friends?” He asked, cocking his head slightly.

“Well of course I do,” I replied, almost letting out a resigned sigh, too. I didn’t want to display myself as overly-dramatic, though. “I’m talking about more than simple affection. I mean that burning passion you feel for another. The kind of feeling that makes it difficult to be apart from the person. The kind that makes you throw caution to the wind and do anything the person asks of you.”

“My dear Hermione,” said Blaise, leaning in towards me, closing the space between us on the small couch. “That doesn’t sound much like love. That, Hermione, sounds like lust.”

“Perhaps,” I conceded, hardly able to breath. I could feel the heat of his body, he was so close and I wanted so much to even rest a hand on his broad chest. “Maybe lust is the spark that grows into love.”

“Care to test that?” Blaise asked, his face so close now that I feel his breath caressing my face as his spoke in his smooth, deep voice.

“Absolutely.”

He was on me in what seemed like no time at all, and somehow we had spread ourselves out on the couch, his body pressed on top of mine. He gently kissed me, his lips merely brushing against mine. I groaned at even this light touch as I felt a tightening below my abdomen. I felt his lips curl into a smile at the sound of my obvious arousal. He pressed his lips to mine more forcefully this time, licking my bottom lip, asking for entry. I gladly let him slip his tongue into my mouth, letting him explore and claim it as he wished as I gently slid my tongue around his in circles.

As we kissed, his hands began to explore my body. He started at my neck, rubbing it lightly, knowing exactly where my most sensitive spots were. Then his hands moved down to my chest, caressing my breasts through the thin material of the tank top. Our kiss broke only for a moment as he slid the offending garment over my head before tossing it on the floor.

“You are breath-taking, Hermione,” he whispered briefly, before continuing on. His mouth was once again claiming mine as his hands felt their way to my now exposed breasts. His fingers began twirling and tweaking my nipples, making them instantly hard. I moaned shamelessly and did my best to grind my hips into his while his weight was on top of me. I felt the huge bulge of his erection on my thigh, but could hardly concentrate with the sensation of his mouth and fingers turning my body into anything he wanted to use it for.

“You like that, don’t you?” He whispered onto my lips. I nodded, blushing. The throbbing down below was driving me crazy, though. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” I said, blushing even more furiously.

“Where?” Blaise asked. I was too embarrassed to answer.

Blaise just smirked and lowered his mouth to my nipple, lighting nipping, sucking, licking, and then blowing. I was going to lose it soon. I needed relief.

“What do you want me to do to you, Hermione?”

I didn’t speak. He lowered himself to my other nipple now, repeating his technique.

“I want you to touch my pussy!” I shrieked.

Smiling, Blaise moved his mouth up to my neck. I felt his tongue tracing the contours of my neck as his hot breath raised goosebumps on the sensitive skin.

“Was that so difficult?” he asked.

His hands gave my heaving chest one last squeeze before replacing them with his mouth. I felt his fingers creep down below the waistband of both my shorts and my panties and slowly begin to stroke my slit. I moaned wantonly.

“It’s good to get your vocal chords warmed up,” said Blaise, now stroking between my wet folds harder, but still not touching me the way I needed him to.

“Why?” I breathed.

“Soon I’ll have you screaming my name,” he whispered against my nipple.

He began to lightly tease my clit, hitting a spot that made my body jerk with uncontrollable pleasure. His thumb circled my bud while he started pumping a finger in and out of me, curling it when inside, making my moans more and more frequent.

“Yes, Blaise, yes!” I cried, losing all control over my body as I let him work me. He added another finger, only driving me faster to my breaking point.

He pinched my clit roughly as his teeth lightly grazed my nipple and I came hard, screaming his name and other obscenities as my body shook with the power of my orgasm.

“Blaise,” I whispered, pulling his head towards mine and locking him in a passionate kiss. I wanted more.

I moved my hands to the waistband of his jeans and began to pull them off, eager to return his favor. Just as I reached in to stroke his erection, his hand caught mine and roughly jerked it away.

“Did I say you could touch?” He asked, a warning in his eyes.

“No,” I replied, casting my eyes away from his in shame.

“You’ll get it, but on my terms. I think you need some punishment to ensure this doesn’t happen again.”

My body froze in anxiety and embarrassment. What sort of punishment? Beneath my fear, though, I was incredibly turned on by his dominate words. In a swift movement, he pulled me out from underneath him and laid me over his lap, my butt facing him. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as the anticipation grew. He yanked my shorts and panties off, leaving me completely bare in a vulnerable position.

His hands were gentle at first, massaging my cheeks with care. I was practically squirming in his lap, feeling the hardness of his erection and the cool air on my bare ass as his hands left it.

SMACK

His hand had come down on my right cheek, and it stung like hell. I cried out in surprise and pleasure. I had never known this dominance could be so arousing.

“You will get ten and one extra for each time you make noise. You are to keep silent when I am punishing you. I will tell you when you may speak.”

SMACK

His hand had landed in a different spot on my ass. He continued spanking me until he had reached eleven, and it was harder than I had suspected to keep from moaning in both pleasure and pain as he dominated me.

After he was done, he massaged my cheeks again, trying to relieve some of the soreness he had caused.

“Are you ready to please me?” Blaise asked. I could here the amusement in his voice as much I could feel his arousal pressing into my leg.

“Yes, Blaise.”

He lifted me up from by the shoulders and slid me down on to the floor so that I was conveniently sitting on my knees. He stood in front of me, his pants still open from my earlier attempt at pleasing him. I looked up at him questioningly, not wanting to touch without his permission. As much as being spanked turned me on, I needed relief from the tightness that was again driving me crazy.

Blaise simply nodded at me. I pulled his jeans and boxers down as he removed his shirt. God, he was beautiful. His body was sculpted perfectly. Each muscle was toned and smoothly covered by his chocolate-toned skin. His cock, now standing at full attention in front of my face, was impressively, but not freakishly, large.

“Lick it,” he ordered. I smiled eagerly, ready to comply.

I touched my tongue to the base of his shaft, trailing it all the way back to his head along the bottom. I reached the sensitive spot where the head meets the shaft and wiggled my tongue, pleased with myself when I heard him groan with lust.

“Fuck, Hermione,” he muttered.

I smiled and then licked his tip, cleaning off the pre-cum that had gathered there. I decided to tease him until he begged, kissing and licking along his furiously reddening shaft, giving the sensitive spots the most attention.

“Suck me, now,” he ordered. I looked up to see his eyes portraying his evident frustration and lust.

I slowly took his length into my mouth, my eyes breaking contact with his only when I had taken as much of him as I could manage. Suddenly, I felt his hand grip the hair on the back of my head as he started moving it to meet the thrusts, which were becoming more difficult to handle as he moved deeper and deeper into my throat. I tried to speak, telling him that I couldn’t possibly take all of him, but my words were only vibrations that made him more aroused, and made him pound harder into my mouth.

“Speak, Hermione,” he said, removing himself from my mouth. I opened it to speak and barely spoke one syllable before he thrust his member back into my mouth mercilessly.

“I can’t understand what you’re saying,” he said mockingly, beginning his pace of thrusts again. I noticed that although he was being rough, he hadn’t put enough into me to make me gag.

“You’re going to take all of my cock now, Hermione. Just relax your throat and breath through your nose.”

He kept his pace up and then pushed his erection down my throat until he had put all himself in. He groaned loudly as I focused on keeping calm and overcoming my gag reflex.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and began his thrusting again. “Your lips look so good around my cock, Hermione. How did you manage to have such a loud mouth in school when it serves so well with my dick shoved in it?”

His condescending words only turned me on more and I felt his cock twitch at the back of my throat. I knew he was close.

“Touch my balls,” he said. I cupped one in each hand and lightly rubbed them in circular motions as he continued shoving his cock into my throat, yanking on my hair harder and harder.

With a guttural cry, he pushed himself as deep as he could go and spilled his seed into the back of my throat.

“Swallow,” he commanded, as if I had a choice with his cum already down my trachea. I made a show of swallowing anyways and, satisfied, he pulled his now soft member out of my mouth.

“Now clean me,” he said. I licked the residue off of him, feeling him begin to harden a little again already. Once he was clean, I sat back on my heels, waiting for his next command. He had me wrapped around his finger, and we both knew it.

“You did well, Hermione,” he said, patting me on the head like someone would a dog.

“Thank you, Blaise,” I replied, hoping he would recognize the hunger in my voice.

“What did I say about speaking?” he asked, looking at me sharply, trying to hide the excited smirk he was wearing. “I guess you weren’t punished enough before, were you? Answer.”

“No, Blaise,” I replied, the throbbing in my cunt becoming almost unbearable.

“Do you think you need to be punished again?”

“Only if it pleases you, Blaise,” I replied, my tone innocent but my implications sinful.

He smiled, obviously pleased with my answer.

“Stand up,” he commanded. I stood up immediately, glad that my knees would get a rest. “Now bend over and rest your head on the seat of the couch, legs spread wide.”

I did as he was told and, for the second time that night, I found my bare ass in the air.

“Legs wider,” he said. I complied quickly, a little confused about why I needed my legs so spread for a spanking.

I discovered the answer to my question as he brought his hand down not on my ass, but on my slit. He started slow, letting me feel the impact on my folds, but soon increased his pace. I started feeling a little sore, but the pleasure it brought was driving me too crazy to notice much pain. The impact was so teasing, and so brief that each contact he had made me want more, but no matter how many times he hit me, it never made me fully satisfied. I groaned in frustration and pleasure, earning me a sharp slap on one of my ass cheeks as he continued his assault on my slit.

“You like this, don’t you? Do you like it when I hit you? Answer me!” he cried.

“Yes!” I shrieked back. “I love it, Blaise!”

My neck was starting to ache from it’s awkward position on the couch cushion, and I moved my hands to support it. Before I could get comfortable, my arms were jerked behind my back. Securing my wrists in one hand, he pulled my torso up off the couch.

“Now, Hermione, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. You wanted passion, you wanted lust. Now take it!” he said.

He gave my ass one more hard spank before entering my sopping pussy from behind. He slid into me slowly, letting me adjust to his ample size before beginning to move in and out of me at a steady pace. I couldn’t help but moan loudly at the feeling of his cock filling me over and over again. I felt a bubble building inside of me as he rode me from behind. My noise-making earned me another spank. I moaned loudly again, wanting more. He obliged, slapping my other cheek.

“Who knew Gryffindor’s former golden girl was such a wanton little sex toy? I can do anything I desire to you right now, can’t I?”

“Anything,” I breathed, feeling close to my climax as he continued to pound into me, twisting his hips to explore every crevice of my sleeve. Dropping my wrists, he reached his hand around my hips and began to play with my clit, his other hand slapping me whenever I moaned, which was becoming near constant.

With one last spank, I came hard, feeling my walls quivering around him as the most intense pleasure I had every experienced washed through me. He pumped his cock into me as I orgasmed, finally thrusting himself hard into me as he came in the last seconds of my waning orgasm.

He pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the couch, panting and covered in a slight sheen of sweat. He pulled me close to him and began running his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp gently, planting kisses along my forehead and cheeks as he did so.

“Blaise, that was incredible,” I said.

“I enjoyed it immensely, too, Hermione,” he replied. “You are truly an amazing girl, in more ways than just your sex skills. You are intelligent and strong-willed. I was so happy that you accepted me.”

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing how else to respond to his compliments. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a good fuck to him or if he meant his kind words. I didn’t care much after such mind-blowing sex, though.

Suddenly, voices drifted into the room from the front hall. I quickly jumped from the couch with Blaise as we both pulled on our clothing. I was nervous, I didn’t think I could face anyone after such intense sex.

“Go upstairs now,” said Blaise, sensing my discomfort. “I’ll cover for you.”

“Thanks,” I responded, pecking him on the lips once more before rushing out of the room.

“Hermione,” he said as I was at the door frame. I turned, surprised his tone had dropped down to his dominate rumble. “I expect you in your room, in your bed, naked when I come up there.”

“Yes, Blaise,” I said, nodding, feeling my pussy start to throb again.

“When we’re intimate, Hermione, you will call me master,” he said.

I shuddered in delight. “Yes...Master,” I said, hastening out of the room and up the stairs.

As I sat in my bed naked, dripping with anticipation, I thought how wonderful this relationship, or whatever you wanted to call it, could become.